A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying this. A review would be nice (hint hint). Sadly I don't own Sherlock otherwise we would have longer seasons and more of them.
Chapter 3.
John's POV:
10am Wednesday.
John? -SH
What is it Sherlock? -JW
... -SH
? That makes no sense. -JW
... Bye. -SH
? -JW
Bye? -JW
That was weird. I hope he's okay...
10pm Wednesday :
Hi John. -SH
Hi Sherlock. -JW
What was with earlier? -JW
I don't know what your talking about... -SH
*facepalm*. -JW
It was nothing John. Forget I ever said anything. -SH
I hope you're telling to truth... -JW
So do I... -SH
? -JW
You need to go to bed now John. I imagine you haven't slept in ages. -SH
Oh, yeah. Bye? -JW
Goodbye John. -SH
I turned off my phone and went to bed. As i lay down I realised just how tired I really was. A little sleep can't hurt...
Sherlock POV:
4:33am Thursday
I was lying back on the bed trying to enter my mind palace. The doors were open, free for me to walk through. I walked through it desperately clinging onto my previous life with John. John is waiting. He isn't dead. Not now, not ever. He is captain John Watson he can take care of himself.
Suddenly the door to my mind palace slammed shut. I ran to it in an desperate attempt at unlocking it but unfortunately my 'well thought out plan' failed.
"Oh, is Sherly trapped in his petty mind palace? What a shame."
"Get out of my head!" I yelled at the voice.
"No, why would I? It's so interesting in here. So many untold secrets..."
"What do you want?" I practically spat.
"You."
"Why do you want me?"
"You're Sherlock Holmes, it'd be great to be the one who finally beats you. You think that you're safe here, but you're not. Be afraid Sherlock... very afraid."
"I'm afraid the concept of fear doesn't exist in my vocabulary."
"But confusion does. Should I lift it and tell you where you are?"
"That'd be one mystery solved." I muttered absentmindedly under my breath.
"But you'd go running to John Watson, wouldn't you?" I opened my mouth to speak but the voice bet me to it. "Oh well, like it'd matter! Theres nothing he can do to save you now, you angels don't belong here. You want to know where you are Sherlock? I'll tell you where you are."
The voice waited for a bit to build suspense.
"You. are. in. HELL."
The word hell echoed through my mind.
"Isn't hell just a fictional place adults tell children about to scare them into being good and following the rules?"
"Yes, but this isn't fiction Sherlock. It's very real."
"It can't be. This is illogical! Hell isn't real."
"Believe what you like Sherlock. Your beliefs can't change the truth. You'll be here forever Sherlock. Slowing burning, rotting and losing every piece of your humanity."
"Bring it on."
"Well then, the game Mr Holmes is on."
